Hot Sauce and Cinnamon
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Hot Sauce and Cinnamon

God mummy of punky babies

Babe Babe Black Sheep

Wavy voice of multitudes

Lost, Floating, Evaporating

A translucent, wavering quiver

Shifty and Slight

Like…like…like a

Performance of overflowing nothings

So Dense and substantial they become everythings

Deep like Bioluminous fishies with glowy face lanterns

Cool and freaky

Pretend don’t give a damn

Cop an attitude type hardass

Meandering sweetheart

Perceptive Befuddlement

A stream of serendipitous encounters

Soft, sweet, and loopy

Angelic seasaw lapsing, teetering

In and out betwixt everything and nothing

Escapades to stupid fantasies

Stained glass princess, windchimes, and

Candle drips melting down slick wine bottles

Gritty girlhood, intensely fragile

Evaporates if indulged too freely

Girly and swirly and dissipating into

Swirls Ballooning into color clouds and

Puffs diluted into the brain solvent

Like Holi festival paint bursts in slow motion

Food Color Droplets emanating like baby snails

Like tablets in acrid vinegar

For eggs on Easter, like

Jesus’ Second Coming

White Stuff

Volcanic Eruptions then

the lazy wandering fall of the sweetened lava

Down, down, down the gradient

Hot Sauce with defiant dignity

Cinnamon with sincere vulnerability

Ashy smoke clouds exit the cabbage-colored caterpillar

Looping vaporousness

Coated in the guise of sugar spice

She’s a baby plum

Swinging low and wistful

Forlorn, acute plum lady

Dancing and drifting in circle winds

She’s the breeze amalgamating in

Whirling azures peppered with debris

Go van Gogh she goes with the flow

Blown from the Zephyr’s plumped lips,

She turns and burns and somersaults

Flips and twisty-twirls and whirls

Airy but not at all papery

Twined elasticly about a cylinder

Barber shop red and blue thingy

Salmon cerulean waltz

Supertemporal in and out back and forth

Emulsions of tendrillars spiral together

Concentric spheres growing and shrinking

Concealing and Revealing

Alternating danger and beauty

Portrait of an Eye of the Storm

Hot & Cold gradations

Curlicue gyration lapsing into itself

She’s lost and pulled back from Abyssinia

Gravitates down from planetary Celestia

Gone and Back and Gone Again Come Back

Hang between

Dolly voice spasmodically

A voicebox for a precocious baby Barbie

But Barbara’s corrupted, perverted

In the next line

Moaning **** to God

Fiery groans spouting to violate the air

Vocal graffiti

But the cherub Babs returns

And they are the same

Sexy incisive leather baby doll hallucinating

Black Sheepish and entranced

Invisible and shaky yet throaty, ragged, and jagged

A shattered jigsaw

Broken fragments

Stained glass Star of the Sea

Fallen from the pane beneath the steeple as

Fluorescent lightning ignited

In the velvet grape monsoon

Mystic rose’s splintered remains rest

Refracting the disco lights of the tempest

Floating and sinking with fizzy carbonated bubbles

In a puddle equal parts spilt oil and holy water

Disintegrating light in a

Dirty prismic rainbow

Wet and Brittle, Drippy and Hazardous

Soaky china

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